“Please…” she whispered, her voice hoarse, broken. “Fuuuuuuck… I’m… I’m going to break,” Lizzy gasped, her voice trembling as her muscles tightened around him, her hips lifting to meet his punishing thrusts. Smith leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. A chill crept in, taking its place, sinking into her skin. Barefoot, she padded to the bathroom, legs trembling as though they could barely hold her. Lizzy’s body tensed, her skin prickling with anticipation despite the exhaustion weighing her down. Smith’s eyes lingered on the phone for a moment longer before he set it down gently on the nightstand. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he thrust harder, faster, his cock driving into her with brutal force.
